Judy Collins Lord Gregory
I am a queen's daughter
I come from Capakin
In search of Lord Gregory
Pray God I find him
The rain beats on my yellow head
The dew wets my skin
My wee babe's cold in my arms
Lord Gregory, let me in
Lord Gregory, he is not here
I swear can't be seen
He's gone to bonny Scotland
For to bring home a fair queen
So leave now these portals
And likewise this hall
For it's deep in the sea
You should find you downfall
Oh don't you remember, love
That night in Capakin
When we exchanged rings, love
And I against my will
Yours was pure silver
And mine was but tin
Yours cost a guinea
And mine but a pin
My curse on you, mother
My curse being sore
I dreamed that my true love
Come a knocking at the door
Lie down now, my foolish son
Lie down and sleep
Twas only a servant girl
Lies drowned in the deep
Go saddle my black horse
The brown or the bay
Go saddle the fastest horse
In my stable this day
I'll ride over mountains
And valleys so wide
I'll find the girl that I love
And ride by her side
